Fashion & Function

When I was pregnant with Jackson, I observed many women schlepping around multiple bags wherever they went. On one shoulder a cute handbag + diaper bag (the diaper bag usually covering the cute handbag) and on the other shoulder the baby itself. Not only did it seem like a pain (the two bags, not the baby), it also kind of stole the spotlight (the diaper bag, sorry baby). I’ve also seen many moms give-up on their handbags altogether (so sad) and throw their wallet + other personal belongings into the diaper bag. It was then that I decided I was going to invest in a really nice handbag that would work for both me, my outfits, and the baby.

Here are a few things to keep in mind when selecting a handbag, err…diaper bag:

1) It must be large enough to hold all of the necessities for both you & the baby, but one that is not so big & bulky that it looks like your carry-on.

2) It must be easy to put on your shoulder (and stay on your shoulder while switching baby from side to side or lugging around the infant seat) and preferably one with a cross-body option. This is great when shopping, at the zoo, or out and about for long periods of time. It’s also nice to be able to hang it over the top of the stroller.

3) It must be easy to store in the stroller, either over the top of the handles or in the basket.

4) If mommy is going to be carrying the diaper bag the most, be sure to select a bag that you would carry if it wasn’t a diaper bag. Think of it as treating yourself to a nice gift that will not only be fashionable but functional as well. Now is your chance to splurge on yourself for a really, really, really good cause. Trust me, once that baby comes, the only person you will be shopping for is him/her.

5) Choose a more neutral shade so it goes with most outfits. It doesn’t have to be expensive, (but now is the time to buy one if you want it to be) it just has to make you feel like a woman when you carry it. A strong, beautiful, stylish woman that you know is still in there. You know, underneath the yoga pants, sweatshirt with spit-up, slippers, and headband. Hey, the messy-bun look is in! Pair it with that beautiful new bag and you’ll feel like a million bucks…or at least fifty.

Here are a few bags to consider at various price points. Some are actual diaper bags, just in case you still feel like you need one for nostalgia purposes. I also recommend purchasing small organizer bags or inserts to help keep things separate and tidy in your bag, no matter what kind of bag or bags you choose.

Have fun shopping mommy!

Screen shot 2014-11-20 at 8.28.36 PM {Ella by Tory Burch}

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Screen shot 2014-11-20 at 9.21.54 PM {Baby Cargo Georgi Bag, Buy Buy Baby}

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The OCD Spectrum & Challenge


We are all a little of this or that. No matter what it is we are talking about, we lean either a little or a lot towards one way vs. the other. (Even if you are a Libra like me, we still pick a side.)

Lately, I have been doing a lot of self-evaluating prompted by my most recent visit to MOPS. If you have been following What Does Her Life Really Look Like? you are now aware of my crazy obsession with having things in my life organized. It’s funny how when you put something out into the world, you all of a sudden start paying more and more attention to it, noticing it everywhere you go like when you buy a new car or first become pregnant. That’s how it has been for me this past week, noticing all of the ways I teeter and totter on the OCD Spectrum.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder vs. Obvious Chaos Disorder

Yes, I made it up. But when I think about all of the different people in my life, when I think about their homes, their cars, the inside of their purses, I realize that the spectrum is very real and we all fall somewhere along the path of its existence. In fact, where we fall on this make-believe line dictates not only how we function in our daily lives, but also how we parent and the expectations (or perhaps, lack thereof) that we have of our children, ourselves, and others.

“Mommy! Why are you wiping down the counter? You know it doesn’t mean anything!”

I stopped dead in my tracks. He was right. It doesn’t mean anything. Especially not for the 10th time that day, not to mention the fact that I had just put dinner in the oven, which meant the counter would get dirty a few more times before the kitchen was officially closed for the night. I can’t remember if I stopped wiping right then or not. I would like to think I did. I would like to think I stopped making my son wait so patiently for me at the top of the stairs, but I can’t be sure.

What I am sure of is that this need to have the counters wiped and the house picked-up at all times is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because not only am I teaching my children the importance of being organized, I am also teaching them the importance of respecting their belongings. The other night, my husband asked our 4 year old son if he wanted to play soccer. Without skipping a beat, Jackson replied, “Sure dad, just let me pick-up my toys first.” It is moments like this that you feel you have done something right as a parent. I can only hope and pray he carries these habits with him throughout the rest of his life - he’ll make his wife very happy some day!

However, I also know that where I fall on the spectrum is borderline problematic when it starts negatively affecting my family and overall stress level. I often have to remind myself to breathe and not allow myself to feel claustrophobic by the mess. I have to warn myself I’m about to be the fun-ruiner of the group, the Debbie Downer if you will. I have to reassure myself it will eventually all get picked-up sooner or later. I have to acknowledge the small fact that nobody is stopping over to see it and even if someone did, they wouldn’t care, they wouldn’t see the mess in the way I see it, right?

OCD is real. It affects thousands of people in some way or another. It also affects the people around them. By no means am I making light of this condition, nor do I claim to be an expert on the topic. However, I do know that whether or not your house is in constant, Obvious Chaos, or if you struggle with obsessing over every little detail, we all need to tweak our behavior either a little, or a lot.

The OCD Challenge

If you are on the Obsessive Compulsive side, force yourself to not do that…or clean this…or pick-up that. Tell yourself it’s okay to just let it be for a while. Give yourself a mental, emotional, and physical break because it is tolling on your sanity, as well as the sanity of those around you. Let’s enjoy the spirit of the moment with our family. Let’s take a Free Pass and do anything else instead. This week, allow your children to leave their toys out because you want to watch a movie with them instead, or allow yourself to not make the bed because if you do you’ll be late getting the kids to school in the morning. Whatever it is, let yourself or your loved ones off the crazy-hook.

If you are on the Obvious Chaos side of things, the side where you spend more time looking for things than doing anything else. Where you have piles of stuff mixed with other piles of stuff that have no purpose being in the same pile together, let alone the same room. If nothing makes sense because nothing has a place, except for all over the floor, challenge yourself to organizing at least one area, cupboard, closet, or drawer this week. Start small so you don’t become too overwhelmed, and pick an area or space you frequent a lot so you can see your accomplishment throughout the day.

Whatever side you are on, I wish you the best of luck with this week’s challenge. You never know what you might be inspired to do, or not do, next!

Fashion & Function

One of my challenges in life has always been the battle between fashion and function. In most cases it always had to do with shoes. My grandma used to shake her head and say, “Stephanie, do you know what your feet are going to look like when you get to be my age if you keep wearing shoes like that?” I have since learned that not only is she right, lugging around two kids around in anything other than flat-footed comfort is just not wise. I’m also learning that anything I can purchase to make life both easier and fun at the same time is well-worth the money.

As part of my new journey with New Mommy Lounge, I am dedicating Fridays to sharing great finds that are both fashionable and functional. Here are two I’m enjoying this week!

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Leopard Dedra Flat I am obsessed with these cute and comfortable flats. They provide a sporty element with their converse-like style & white sole while bringing life and style to the most basic of outfits.


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Shark Professional Steam Pocket Mop This has seriously been the answer to all of my mopping prayers. It is so easy to use and cleans both hardwood floors and tile floors to perfection! I no longer have to worry about film streaks on our Brazilian Cherry floors or nasty old mops. There are 3 functions: dust, mop, and scrub, and the steaming hot water cleans and disinfects at the same time. The pad is also machine washable, it’s brilliant.


What Does Her (MY) Life Really Look Like? Part 3

Photo 71I’ve thought more about what my life really looks like this past week than I have in total the past 37 years and I have to admit, it has been both inspiring and depressing. I’ve been keeping mental track of all of the accomplishments I achieve in one single day and after totaling them up, I seriously feel like I deserve a medal. I’ve also kept track of the number of times I was impatient, raised my voice, or focused more on anything other than my children. (Okay, you can have the medal back.)

Aside from not having any uninterrupted time (now both of my kids are sick), I have struggled with how to write this piece, going back and forth on the difference between who I am as a person vs. what my life looks like. Let’s be honest, what I hope for each morning and what actually happens that day are often two very different things. What I feel on the inside compared to what my facial expression, hair, or outfit reveals are also probably two very different things.

One afternoon at a baby shower, this woman whom I had just met asked me how long it took to do my hair that day. She was surprised to hear that I hadn’t washed it in 3 days and the only thing I had done that morning was brush it. I remember walking to my car feeling judged. Do people look at me and assume I take a lot of time to get ready every day? Do I look like someone who spends all of her time primping herself? I drove home feeling not as great as I thought I looked when I arrived: pregnant with Ruby in a pretty maxi.

I’m quite certain she felt bad about her tone and tried to make up for it by seeming extra interested in my conversation. This didn’t occur to me until I got home and went over every single detail of the day, and though I appreciated her effort, the more I got to thinking about it, the more upset I became. What if I had spent hours on my hair that morning?

My mom always told me those that judge are jealous. It’s been a helpful reminder through my years. It has also helped me reevaluate the kind of person I portray, because (unfortunately) it is in my character to care what other people think. If I feel I have offended someone, I go to great lengths to either apologize or make sure I was properly understood. If I’m wronged, I wear my feelings on the sleeve of my new sweater, tee-shirt, and nightgown until either they apologize or my husband reminds me how to have thicker skin. At that point, time and multiple glasses of wine swoop in to save me.

So what does my life really look like? I’ve debated on whether it was even important enough to share. Not my life itself, but the sharing of it in general. I’ve decided that it wasn’t. That by doing so, I would just be feeding into both my own insecurities and the notion that what people put out in the world is NOT what their life actually looks like! Then again, I have spent all of this time thinking about it…

So what does my life look like? I would say on most days, it looks organized. As the SAHM (stay-at-home-mom), and let’s not forget wife, I am responsible for the clean house, a stocked fridge, paid and filed bills, clean, folded, & put-away laundry, properly dressed, fed, and taken-care-of children, and a full social calendar. I take pride in this role and wake up each morning hoping to kick it’s butt with a cup of coffee in my hand.

I carry a notebook around everywhere I go with my daily lists of things I want to accomplish, along with weekly, monthly, and yearly goals. I have a chalkboard in my kitchen with our weekly dinner menu, mainly because I got tired of asking myself why I bought this now moldy zucchini anyway? My house is always picked-up and if it isn’t I. Go. Nuts. I can’t enjoy my morning coffee if the pillows aren’t in their proper place and the throw blanket folded and draped at an angle over the back of the couch. I can’t get dressed without my bed being made or start dinner with dirty dishes in the sink. So on and so forth.

My car is never a mess, my closet always neat and tidy, and toys are always hidden from sight when not in use. When I leave the house everyday, my kids and I are always dressed in cute outfits, our hair styled, and our happy faces on. I haven’t had to experience a public melt-down yet, though I’m expecting I’ll get one out of Ruby sooner or later, and I can easily take them anywhere with confidence they will either behave or fall asleep.

I don’t have family in town or a regular babysitter, so I do all of the cleaning and chores with them. I either give them a dust rag or pacify them with a movie. I usually have a glass of wine in my hand by 5, dinner on the table by 6, and our bedtime routine of bath & books starts for Ruby at 6:30 and Jackson around eight. They both fall asleep on their own and in their own beds. The rest of the night my husband and I spend time together either watching a movie, reading a book, or one of us getting out of the house to meet up with friends.

What does my life feel like? Some days, it feels like any minute I could lose my mind. I have a love/hate relationship with my need to always have my house in order. I love that it is but hate that I can’t function when it’s not. I often stare at the pile of bills and wish they would pay themselves. I hate trying to figure out what to make for dinner every week and often get overwhelmed at the grocery store because I feel like I’m bouncing from one side of the store to the next, despite my list being organized by aisle. I sometimes avoid the laundry until Mondays and then spend that entire day questioning why my husband had to wear so many shirts last week?

Some days we don’t leave the house, which means I’m probably in pajamas, as are my children.

I say “come on” all the time, even if it’s to take them to their own bathroom break. I wipe down the counter more than necessary and make my kids wait patiently for me to pick-up each room before we leave it. I’m always walking around with a cup of coffee in my hand that is either providing fuel to keep up with all of my chores or secretly making me even crazier. Some days, I conquer everything on my to-do list and other days I cross them off anyway and write them down for the following day. It’s my way of feeling victorious and scheduled despite reality.

I have episodes of always being at Target or the mall but can also go weeks without going to either. (Our bank account reflects which week is which. It also reflects which week we make it to a park.) I don’t always think about my children because I am a very selfish human being, but try to balance it out by making sure they have food, water, and air to breathe. It seems to work. (Did I mention I don’t have family in town or a regular babysitter?)

Dinner is usually what I have scheduled on the menu, but sometimes it’s not because I. Didn’t. Feel. Like. Cooking. So instead we order in or scrounge for food in the fridge. Bedtime routine starts for Ruby at 6:30 and Jackson around 7:45. They both fall asleep on their own and in their own beds. (Hey, we worked hard at sleep training and nothing is going to get in our way!) Most nights after our kids are in bed, my husband and I are so exhausted we both end up doing our own thing in separate rooms. Occasionally we sit side-by-side on the couch without saying a word while staring at the screen. And if I have scheduled a night out, which I try to do at least once or twice a month, I make sure I look damn good, even though my hair probably hasn’t been washed for 5 days and I only had 15 minutes to throw an outfit together.

Like my late Grandma Ruby used to say, a little lipstick goes a long way

So, next time you find yourself saying, “Oh that is so not what her life looks like all the time!” know that your friend would most definitely agree with you! Instead, try and be happy for her moment of Facebook glory and move on. If you find there are so many of them you want to puke, you are probably just, well, jealous.

Fake it till you make it mommies!

Cheers, xo


What Does Her Life Really Look Like?


I think it’s safe to assume that our Facebook life is only a glimpse of what our non-Facebook life looks like. Whether we are one to post a daily selfie, rant about our road rage, use the best filters on our iPhone snapshots, or take pictures of our slaved-all-day home-cooked meals, what happened immediately before and after is not always as great, or as worse, as the post itself.

I was once told that someone asked if my life was perfect. Laugh. Out. Loud. Apparently it was due to my Facebook posts and pictures, namely, shots of me at the pool with a cocktail in my hand. And though every bit of me posted those pictures because it was a glorious moment I wanted to share, it never occurred to me the image I was possibly portraying. I laughed it off (sort of) and never thought much about it again. That is, until the topic was brought up in MOPS last week.

“Nobody’s life is airbrushed, their meals don’t always turn out that perfect, their kid’s outfits can’t always be that put together, and I’m sorry but their husband is NOT all that.”

I can’t speak for anyone but myself, but here’s a little inside secret to my Facebook: all of the times I’m not posting, more than likely it’s because my life is ordinary and rather boring. (Though if you want to think it’s because I’m too busy traveling around the world, go right ahead!)

It wasn’t until more of the women started talking when it occurred to me that instead of being happy for their friends, they instead feel worse about themselves.

“Why not just be supportive and inspired?”

I can’t tell you how many times I am inspired by what other moms are doing with their children. I pull up in my SUV everyday to take Jackson to school. My neighbor pulls up in The Bob. Everyday I tell myself that the next day I too am going to walk to school. It rarely happens. In fact, I think it has only happened once or twice since September. Ruby’s morning and afternoon naps are greatly affected by Jackson’s school schedule, which means a mad dash home so she can get at least one proper nap. So for that fact, I continue to admire the woman in her sneakers and stroller as I drive away. I don’t feel bad about myself because I’m not walking, though maybe I should a little, but rather I feel inspired that one day it will work in our schedule.

Or take for example all of the pictures that are sprawled across my newsfeed with hashtags that say #mypurebliss #gottalovenature #ourweeklywalk #parkcrawl #ourusualawesomelife #pinterestmom! Some of these I’m making up, but some of them I often see along with an amazing snapshot of their children walking the banks of Lake Michigan, the Nature Museum, or some amazing park I have never heard of. Sure, for a moment I feel a little guilty because I’m dragging my kids through Target or the mall before hitting up Starbucks and the lame park across the street. But the guilt quickly fades because not only am I happy and proud of what these other amazing moms are doing, I’m equally inspired to try and achieve a little bit of that same pure bliss.

I’m probably not giving myself enough credit in these moments, much like these amazing women in my MOPS group. Which is precisely why I don’t let things like this bother me. So the next time you find yourself annoyed about your friend’s amazing baking skills, eat a store-bought cupcake and post a picture of it. If your single friend just posted a selfie at her office cocktail hour, pour yourself a glass of wine and post it! And for God’s sake, the next time your friend rants about their amazing husband, remind yourself that their husband is still a man, just like yours.

What She Said


It’s funny how life works out just the way you need it to sometimes. This morning I woke up thinking we were going to Ruby’s 12 month doctor appointment, only to realize it was scheduled for this past Tuesday, not today, which is Thursday. I’ve never missed an appointment and was about to get hard on myself when I realized that, other than possibly getting charged the $50 no-show fee, I could now make it to MOPS to hear one of my favorite people/authors/women/mom/warrior speak. I quickly went into we’ve-got-to-get-ready-and-out-of-the house mode (something that is not easy for us to do in the morning) and overlooked the fact that I was leaving the kid’s room a mess, my bathroom a mess, and the foyer filled with all of the many shoes Ruby pulled out of the closet a mess (also something that is not easy for me to do.)

I knew the meeting was going to be great, how can you not like a few hours to sip coffee and visit with other moms / women / adults while someone else watches your children? I also knew that hearing whatever Gillian Marchenko had to say was going to be well worth my time. What I didn’t realize was that Ruby’s doctor appointment was never supposed to be on a Thursday. Not because it was actually never scheduled for Thursday, but rather because I was supposed to be at MOPS this morning, with this particular group of women, talking about everything she said. It was the exact motivational-kick-in-the-butt I needed in the exact moment I needed it.

I’ve had many failed attempts to get back into blogging since I was pregnant with Ruby. I mean, she’s 12 months old already and I have yet to even introduce her on this site. Point being, I’m not going to set my expectations too high. I will write when I can and when I can’t I will use my New Mommy Lounge Facebook Page to stay connected. I think that’s what the overall umbrella to my motivation is really all about: staying connected. So much of what Gillian Marchenko had for us today was about staying true to who we are, communicating what we need, and managing what we have. It’s about bouncing ideas and experiences off one another, sharing our victories and our failures, uplifting others as well as ourselves, and remembering it’s never about having all of the answers.

Let’s face it, life is hard and parenting is even harder. Why not humor ourselves with a little honesty about how life as a parent is really going? Staying connected - sharing both the good and the bad - will allow all of us to feel just a little bit better about ourselves as parents, because let’s face it, more times than not we are going to nod our heads and say, “Yep, what she said.”

I look forward to sharing my new New Mommy Lounge Series of “Staying Connected” and even more to learning from all of you brilliant parents.





Hello New Mommy Lounge, it’s me, Mommy.

I’ve been trying to think of the word that best describes my feeling when I think about how long it has been since I last wrote.

This blog used to be my life-line after Jackson was born. It was my go-to when I needed to vent, my inspiration when I felt defeated, my creative outlet when I felt stifled, and my brag book whenever Jackson did, well, practically anything and everything.

However, the older Jackson got the more I found my groove and the less I needed a daily share, show, and tell page. (Because let’s be honest, that’s really what a blog is all about. Me, me, me!)

After our daughter was born back in October (I know, I haven’t officially introduced her yet), I thought for sure I would be back at it again in desperate need of mommy advice and a little (or a lot) of reprieve. Yet every time I had a few moments to myself all I wanted were just that: moments to myself. I no longer had the desire or need to share any of it with the world.

The honeymoon was over, my life had begun.

Normally when people say the honeymoon is over it means the bliss is gone. But for me, it’s been just the opposite. For me, the honeymoon was my attempt to still feel important in the world outside of the needs of my husband and son. I had put my career on hold and I was trying to figure out who I was as a stay-at-home-mommy. It was scary and exciting and the ride of the blog filled all of those inner voids.

Then one day the change came. I became a new mommy again. However, this time I was pretty comfortable in my own skin and the more confident I became, the less important my blog became. (Not to mention the fact that with two children there is literally NO TIME! How do you parents with more than two do it???)

Life started happening at full speed and it was better than I could have ever imagined. Our home was complete. Life was bliss. There was no more searching for answers as to who I was. I woke up on October 15, 2013 and felt relieved that it all came together and it all made perfect sense.

The word I have been searching for is satisfied.

I am satisfied that I no longer need this blog. I am satisfied that I have found my groove on this mommy ride. I am satisfied that I got my boy and my girl and they are both beautiful and healthy. And I am satisfied in knowing that I will never have all the answers, will never do it perfectly (especially not the first time), and will never understand all of the many emotions that come along with being a mommy. But more importantly, I am satisfied in the realization that every day is a new beginning. Every day is a journey of self and re-self discovery. And every day is a chance to be become a better, more confident, and more humbled person than the person I was the day before (especially if the day before I wasn’t so great).


A Moment In Time


I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve last sat down to write. However, with all that I have accomplished, both socially outside of the home and organizationally inside the home, I suppose I’m not that surprised. (Though the realization is somewhat bittersweet.)

I have been in official nesting mode for weeks now which has been both therapeutic and distracting, Jackson started preschool + soccer, and daddy is finally starting to mentally prepare for baby #2 while in the midst of checking-off his daddy-to-do-list. Needless to say, we have been extremely busy with lots of changes (which is emotionally draining in and of itself) and to top it off I have also been busy with work (something I’m not used to anymore!). So when my girlfriend suggested Jackson and I get our photos taken, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to slow things down a bit and embrace this moment in time.

It’s not something I would have thought to do myself (but now wish I would have done it when I was pregnant with Jackson too), and I will forever be grateful for the idea and inspiration. (Thanks Beth!)

Here are a few snapshots that were captured in one of the most precious moments of my life. xo




Photos taken by Picture People.

Three’s Company

IMG_1272Even though I’m convinced these last six weeks of pregnancy will miserably drag on, I plan to do my best to stay positive while celebrating our last days with my little family of three. I don’t have anything specifically planned (my energy + comfort level is less than to be desired), but I want to make sure Jackson knows just how special he is as our first born child and how amazing life has been with him in it.

This summer has been extremely busy with travel plans that took us all over the country in different places at the same time. A part of me worried Jackson felt like he was being “shipped off” now that his baby sister is nearing her arrival, especially since a lot of my focus + attention is centered around being pregnant, but I think hope he understands why I can no longer do many of the fun things he is used to and that he will never be replaced by anyone, ever.

But the truth is, I’m not sure I even understand. I have loved being the mother of one child. I have grown used to the simplicity of one child who is now old enough to walk and leave the stroller in the car, go to the bathroom my himself, play independently, climb the jungle gym without me hovering over him, etc. etc. Life has been, well, easy. In many ways I feel I have been spoiled, specifically when it comes to being able to give all of my love and affection to him. However, in a few short weeks, I will have to learn how to divide my time and attention to both my children (plus my husband) in hopes that feelings don’t get hurt and everyone gets what they need (me included).
I’m not worried about not having enough love to go around, but rather making sure I balance the love appropriately.

This weekend is Labor Day - a day to spend with those you love while squeezing in favorite end of summer activities - yet we have nothing planned. I’m hoping the weather won’t be too blistering hot so we can enjoy an afternoon at the beach + a BBQ with friends. If the weather is too much for us (me) to bear, maybe we’ll hit up a hotel swimming pool or a matinee where we can all feel like kids again. However, whatever the weekend brings, my main goal is take the time to embrace what life is like with just the three of us.

I hope you all enjoy a wonderful holiday weekend with those you love. xo


Are We There Yet?

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I don’t exactly remember feeling like a child in the backseat of my parents car on a never-ending-road-trip when I was pregnant with Jackson, but this time around I have found myself asking Are We There Yet? while counting down the miles until this baby is born.

Granted, the past 7+ months have flown by due to an extremely busy spring and summer calendar, and for that I couldn’t be more grateful. However, the past few weeks I have become more tired, more uncomfortable, and much much more impatient. Braxton Hicks are in full force and I’m beginning to feel a little claustrophobic with little room left in this Coup De Ville.

I still have one more trip planned (thankfully NOT a road trip!) before I am no longer able to travel, leaving me with mixed emotions I can’t yet pinpoint, like scenery outside the window disguising my current location with few clues as to where I’m going or where I’ve been.

Are we there yet? How much further? Is there a rest stop nearby where I can get some instant relief? WHERE AM I?

Perhaps I’m making this all sound a bit dramatic. Perhaps. But on these days where I feel like I could sleep forever or when my uterus feels like a Pinata that could pop with one swift swing, I am reminded just how much work it actually takes to make a baby (which is pretty amazing) and I try to give myself a little bit of a break and allow myself moments here and there to whine and complain.